Swimming with Men

The sun did try making an appearance today and the kidney stones seemed to have repositioned themselves enough to ease the uncomfortableness but they sadly didn’t make a Brexit attempt.
 
Angie had disappeared late afternoon for a girl’s night out with family and a friend, so I was again forced out for an evening dog walk with Luna. I set off for our parish capital, Sontheim, in the hope of finding a victim for a Tractor Tuesday Blip. The contractors have been whizzing past our gate all day with their massive trailers of maize silage. Apart from quickly trying to photograph a combine hurtling around the roundabout at the village entrance, I wasn’t to see another agricultural vehicle.
 
So you will have to content yourselves with the Premiere Gala of “Swimming with Men” at the “Event Hall” in Sontheim where I parked the car. As I drove up, I was puzzled by the mass of cars and then remembered it was the fortnightly cinema night. In good Bavarian tradition, this is held in the old, listed, industrial age wooden “steam timber saw hall”, set out with beer tables and containing a well-stocked kitchen serving food. Doors open 90 minutes before the showing and plenty of time to get the clattering of knives and forks out of the way before the film starts on the big screen. Drinking still continues throughout. Tickets €6 and I think OAPs like my €5.
 
No point showing the link to tonight’s programme as it will disappear soon but here to a photo of the hall with its 350 people cinema set up. The place was heaving and there was a queue to get in and this was an hour before the film started. A bit of a social event around here, the car park full of registration plates from a wide area.
 
The cinema shows slightly “alternative” films rather than the big blockbusters. The hall is also used for the weekly Thursday organic food market, again a reason to go and enjoy a beer and some food from the kitchen especially if a band is playing in the beer garden. They also hold regular music events, dances, weddings, trade shows, business conferences, flea-markets etc. I think the son of the original owner who has fought to keep the place alive for decades has now taken over the management and it appears to me that they are trying to become more diverse while maintaining the overall “local, regional, organic, rustical, ‘homeland’” feel. I wish them success even if I have never been to the cinema and very rarely manage to remember the weekly market.
 
Luna and I had a good quick 2km, 30 minute spin in the evening sun.